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There weren’t many things you wanted to keep to yourself, or with the tadpole, even could. If you knew something, there was a high possibility that at least three other people knew the same thing, and there was little you could do about that, but this was something you didn’t want anyone else to know about.
Although you had negotiated that you could stay at Elfsong Tavern, there was somewhere else you wanted to be, and the only time you could go on your own was in the middle of the night when everyone else had fallen fast asleep. You sat up slowly, your head throbbing with a dull ache. The tadpole is a constant reminder in your head. Pushing yourself up, you found your boots and slipped them on, wincing slightly as they chafed against blisters that had started to form from your journey from Grove to Baldur’s Gate. As much as you enjoyed your time in the lower city, there was somewhere else you longed for, a particular place at Wyrm’s Crossing.
***
One deep breath.
One last gaze over your shoulder.
Nobody is following you.
There’s just you and the tadpole in your head.
And then, a fast knock on the particular door of Sharess’ Caress, one that belonged to a person everyone at camp had told you very clearly not to associate with.
“Hello, little mouse.” A tall, handsome man opened the door to you. “What an odd time you have picked to visit me.”
You looked up to him, the man, no, the devil that had tormented your journey and promised a cure from the tadpole with sweet words that echoed empty to the air.
“You know exactly why I’m here now.”
“Do I now? Are you so desperate that you couldn’t even wait till morning?”
You looked at Raphael, the cambion disguised as a human, leaning against the doorframe. His hair was styled beautifully, and he wore his signature attire with an expensive-looking vest with gold detailing made from the finest fabric. And on his face, a smile, almost a grin. He knew exactly why you were at his door.
“Charming as always, yet also not willing to accept what I have to offer - - unless that’s why you are here.”
You sighed. “What do you want me to do? What should I say to a devil?”
The smile on Raphael’s face widened as you lowered your gaze, watching him below your brows. He hadn’t lied when he had said that you would come to him humbly, although he had initially meant the tadpole, not why you had mangling your brain.
“Well, come in. Let’s discuss the ways you can sing for me.”
The door slammed shut behind you, and you barely reached Raphael’s room. Along with the door, the sounds of Wyrm’s Crossing were left behind you as you were surrounded by silence and a smell of sulfur, mixing with roses and perfume lingering in the air. The room was way too romantic for a devil, covering his true nature from the outsiders until it was too late for them to leave.
Along with the other sounds, you felt like your brain was free from the constant ache tadpole caused. You were alone, truly alone, with Raphael, and while glad to have time off the worm rummaging through your brain matter, you were also scared of the sudden quietness.
“Now, I don’t think you came here to discuss the tadpole, nor the Orphic hammer on that matter, didn’t you, little mouse?”
Raphael’s hand pressed against the door, leaving you between himself, back against the only route to escape, now shut behind you. As you gazed at his brown eyes, you saw his amusement, but also all of the small details of his face, the wrinkles around his eyes, how his nose had a small bump, and his eyebrows that framed his face. You had never been so close to a devil, but still, you didn’t dislike your position.
“I’m sure we both know - - about my more selfish motives.” You moved your hand to the golden detailing of his vest, following the lines on his chest. “The devil you know, like you said.”
Raphael moved his face closer to yours, leaning so you felt his breath warm as it hit your skin. “I was sure that you would come to seek me eventually, but this - - this is still something I wasn’t considering when I offered to help you for the first time.”
Raphael’s hand found its way to your hair, grabbing it as he pulled your head upwards, meeting his. The warmth of Raphael’s breath was but a mere prelude to the heat that would flush over you as his lips crashed onto yours. It was a devouring kiss, one that claimed and consumed. As the cambion’s mouth slanted over yours, the world outside seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you tethered in a dance as old as time. His taste was an intoxicating blend of darkness and desire, an elixir you hadn’t known you craved until you had met him.
His fingers tightened in your hair, making you gasp and tilting your head to grant him deeper access, and you responded in kind, a hunger awakening within you. Your hands roamed over his finely tailored vest, feeling the intricate contours of his chest underneath. There was a sense of danger, yet you didn’t want to share this with your companions, who would either judge you or try to talk sense to you, neither that you wished to. An edge to his kiss spoke of wild and forbidden passion, something not from this world, but rather than repel you, it drew you in even more profound, binding you to him. The atmosphere in the room grew thick, heavy with lust, and charged with an electric tension. The scent of roses and sulfur intensified, creating a heady blend that threatened to overwhelm your senses. Yet, as much as Raphael’s kiss dominated, it also teased. He’d pull back slightly every so often, leaving you gasping for air and chasing his lips, only to plunge back in with even greater fervor.
You felt yourself melting into him, surrendering to the whirlwind of sensations he evoked. His tongue danced with yours, every stroke and nip sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. This was no mere mortal’s kiss; it was a display of control and seduction, and you were willingly ensnared, even if you knew about the danger you put yourself in. The devil you knew had trapped you in his embrace, and for the moment, you had no desire to be free.
“Most people from your world want something from us but rarely to offer themselves so willingly.” Raphael’s hand moved from your hair to your neck, sending shivers to your spine. “So eager to be devoured, so tell me, what do you want?”
“Can’t deny that I hadn’t always been allured by the dark.”
Raphael’s fingers gently traced the curve of your neck, his touch both threatening and comforting in its possessiveness. His deep, sultry voice resonated through the dimly lit room.
“Such fire in your eyes. What is it that you truly want?”
You took a deep breath, trying to articulate the emotions swirling inside you.
“You know, in my world, they always tell tales of the cat and the mouse.” You began, staring deep into Raphael’s eyes, seeing the intriguing spark within them. “The mouse always runs, always hides because of fear. The cat is dangerous, a predator. But what if the mouse isn’t just afraid? What if it’s... curious?”
Raphael quirked an eyebrow, leaning in closer. “Curious about what?”
“About the thrill.” You continued. “The thrill of being chased, the thrill of danger, even the thrill of what’s to come when it eventually gets caught by the cat. It’s not just about fear. It’s about the allure, about the unknown. I’ve been the mouse my entire life, always on the run, always hiding. But there’s a part of me that’s... tired of running. A part of me that’s drawn to the danger, to the cat.”
Raphael chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “So, you agree to see me as the cat, and you, the mouse? Small and pitiful compared to the predator.”
“You are danger incarnate.” You replied, feeling a thrill run down your spine. “But there’s a pull, an allure. I don’t know if it’s the power, the mystery, or the promise of something forbidden, but I want to know more.”
“You have become good with your words, much better than the dagger-happy version of you I first introduced to.”
“I can be persuasive. I want to see what happens when the mouse stops running and turns to face the cat. Not out of fear, but out of curiosity.”
Raphael’s grin grew wider, his fingers brushing your cheek. “And are you prepared for what the cat might do once the chase ends? When there is nowhere to run?”
“That.” You whispered, your heart racing. “Is what I aim to find out.”
***
The fires of Avernus burned around you as Raphael wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to literal hell. However, the hell wasn’t that bad by what you had seen, with tables filled lavishly with food and rooms decorated with expensive paintings to hide everything rotten outside of the concealed space.
The room Raphael got you both to was a marvel; it seemed to be a spacious chamber, the centerpiece of which was a vast, circular pool, with stairs leading to the area and a large bed with a window to gaze across the Avernus behind it. The water shimmered with a soft blue glow, and floating atop it all were countless rose petals, their rich crimson hue contrasting beautifully with the water’s ethereal luminescence.
“I assume you remember your first visit to my House of Hope, dear mousie.”
“Can’t deny that I wasn’t indefinitely better than my camp at the woods, although I think everyone saw through me immediately. Not everyone is as open to temptation as I am.”
Raphael didn’t answer you; instead, he took your hand, guiding you towards the pool’s edge, his fingers securely interlaced with yours. The air was thick with the scent of roses, accompanied by the gentle sound of water lapping against the pool’s sides. You took the first step to the pool, still wearing your usual attire, but as soon as the water hit you, your clothing merged from well-worn traveler’s attire to an exquisite white robe with almost see-through fabric. The water caressed your skin, and Raphael followed you into the pool after a couple of steps. As his clothes morphed like yours, and after seeing what he could do, you didn’t even bother to think of how he had done that.
The temperature was perfect, warm and inviting, reminiscent of a gentle embrace. Raphael beckoned you closer, and as you approached, he sat down on a submerged bench, the water now reaching his mid-torso. The fabric of your robe soaked the water, pressing against your skin and leaving little as a mystery. With a playful smirk, Raphael patted his lap, and you hesitated only for a fleeting moment before moving to sit upon it. As you settled into his embrace, the water enveloping you both, everything around you felt like fading away. There was no fighting, no tadpole, nor anything that would distract you from what you were currently feeling. Raphael’s arms encircled you, holding you close, his fingertips on the side of your thighs as you faced him, your hands pressing against his bare chest underwater.
His voice was soft, almost a whisper, contrasting with the deep timbre that always marked his words. “You seem so at ease, little mouse. Is this what you were seeking, not to run and hide?”
“Maybe.” You began, tracing patterns on his chest with your fingertips.
The feel of his skin beneath the water was smooth, warm, as if the fires of Avernus themselves flowed through his veins. “Or maybe I wanted to see if the tales of the devil’s allure were true.”
His laugh was low, but there was apparent amusement in his voice. “And have you found your answer? If that’s all you wanted, I know an incubus quite capable of showing you the true meaning of devilishly alluring.”
You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, breathing into it.
“Perhaps you could’ve. But there’s still so much I don’t know about you, and I find this particular devil especially charming.”
“Ah, why so?”
“What is it that you truly want from me? I’m a mere mortal, and clearly, we are not here to talk about the crown or hammer. What could I possibly offer the likes of you besides the special flavored tadpole in my head?”
Raphael’s fingers tightened on your thighs, pressing against your skin and pulling you closer to him.
“Isn’t it obvious?” You felt how he could not hide the fact he was growing under you, pressing against your body. “From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I saw something unique. A spark. A fire that refused to be extinguished, no matter the adversity. That little mouse, intrigues me. You intrigue me.”
It was your turn to have a smirk on your face as you lowered your body weight to him, making sure he knew you had noticed what was happening beneath the water.
“And you? You, who has seen countless souls and has been wooed by many, what could I possibly offer that others haven’t?”
Raphael’s fingers caressed your cheek as he pulled your body against his until there was nothing between you. Like some devilish magic, even the little clothes you had disappeared from your body, leaving you bare to his gaze.
“It’s not about offering something new or different. It’s about authenticity, willingness. With many souls, their desires are transparent, their intentions clear, and it’s something earthly they want to gain from you. With you - - it’s more like you are offering yourself to me, rather than me taking it.”
You tilted your head, eyes narrowing slightly. “What can you do when the unknown is oh so interesting. Few mortals can do what you have already shown to me.”
Raphael’s skin was hot against yours as you gazed into his eyes, trying to see his thoughts without succeeding in your efforts. Raphael’s fingers tenderly brushed your cheek as he kept you close, feeling every part of him.
“I have always wondered how different a cambion is from a human.” You moved yourself to him, feeling his length gently with your fingers. “And with everything you’ve promised, it would be a shame to turn away now.”
You lowered your body slowly, feeling how Raphael’s cock pushed to you, and even the slowest movement made you gasp for air. The sensation filled your body as he filled you, his eyes not leaving yours while your body adjusted to his size.
Raphael had been charming and alluring to you from the first time you met him, and even though it had been evident that his sweet words had been little more than flattery, you hadn’t cared. From the beginning, you had felt that pull to him, although not admitting it to your companions, and hoped that if you didn’t accept his deals, he would return to you time and time again.
“I don’t want to be just another soul in your collection.” You murmured, your eyes locking onto his as you slowly ground yourself against him, taking more and more of his cock with each thrust.
“You’re not.” Raphael said. “I’ve been around for eons, since Netheril fell, seen countless souls come and go, but you... you stand out.”
Raphael’s nails dug into your sides as you kept the pace slow, almost painfully so, sliding along the length of his cock. You felt Raphael trying to move so he could sink even deeper into you, but couldn’t do much under you. It felt good. As much as you had gone to Raphael, ready to beg him to take you, he was now under your command. A slow smile tugged at your lips.
“How does it feel, being held down by a mere mortal?” You grinned at him almost in a mocking tone.
He returned your smile with his own, full of mischief and allure. “Who has said that I’m held down?”
Your heart pounded in your chest, not out of fear but anticipation. There was something about Raphael, who was willing to let you lead the situation that made you question what was coming. Something he was not ready to show you yet. Your back arched as his cock hit the deepest spots of your body, sending shivers through you while his grip on you tightened.
You leaned in, close to him, your lips inches from his. “So, what now? I am sure the mighty devil is not sated with just this.”
“Are you sure you’re ready for that, my mouse?”
“Oh, now I am yours. How charming.”
“You have been from the moment you stepped into my house.”
Before you could answer him, the flames surrounded you, devouring your bodies. In an instant, the all-consuming flames enveloped the both of you and just as quickly as they appeared, they vanished, leaving the two of you atop a lavish bed that overlooked the very pool from which you emerged. Silken sheets, a deep shade of blood red, contrasted the golden detailing in the bed frame. The bed was perched on a raised platform, granting a panoramic view of the luxurious chamber below.
As you tried to gather your thoughts, Raphael’s form began to shift before your eyes. His once pale skin transformed into a rich shade of crimson, and majestic, vast, and bat-like wings unfurled from behind him, casting dark, undulating shadows around the room. You had seen him transform to his devilish form before, but while you had initially been mesmerized by his changing on top of you, you were quickly reminded of your position. His cambion form was taller than the form he took as a human, over seven feet tall, and while the nails on his hands grew to claws and horns framed his head like a crown, you also felt how he grew inside you, pushing your body to its limit while his cock stretched your hole unlike nothing had before.
“Please, I can’t - - my body can’t.” You panted as you felt like never before.
“You asked for more, so I am simply granting you what you wished for.”
Your body tried to adjust to Raphael’s cock shaping your body while he was still transforming from his mortal disguise to his true self. His eyes, previously a deep brown, now glowed a brilliant shade of gold, and as you took in his newfound form, you felt the slithering sensation of something wrapping around your ankle. Glancing down, you saw a sinuous tail, tipped with an arrowhead, coiling and uncoiling around your thigh.
“Impressed, little mouse?” he murmured, the deep timbre of his voice even more pronounced, sending a thrill down your spine.
You bit your lip. Thinking of the right words while forming any words was an arduous task in your current state of mind. Even without moving, it felt like he was consuming you, and for the first time, you wondered if you had made the most horrible mistake in your short lifetime.
“Ah, cat got your tongue?” Raphael mocked you. “Maybe you need a tad bit of encouragement. You were so talkative before.”
Raphael’s clawed hand took yours, pinning them on top of your head. While he had been unable to move previously, you were to share his fate now, and you knew there wasn’t fighting against him. His hand pressed against your wrists, but the pain wasn’t anything compared to when he pulled away, only to push into you moments later.
You gasped and moaned when Raphael’s cock pushed to you, barely fully inside, as his tip hit your cervix. Not only was his length almost too much for you, his cock was wide enough to push your walls to their limits. Thrust after thrust, in the same gentle pace as you had taken him previously, Raphael sent waves of shivers through your body as he pushed in and out of you, his hand still holding you in place while his other hand dug into your side, his nails leaving red marks on their way. There was no way you could escape from this situation, but while your body felt like you would break into pieces at any moment, you still wanted Raphael more every passing second.
“Nothing better than a devil you know. I wasn’t lying about that, wasn’t I?” Raphael purred to your ear.
“Hells with you. You’re going to break me.”
“Oh no, dear mousie, I am positively certain you can take much more than this.”
Your eyes locked with him as his pace quickened, and the slow pace that let your body adjust to him was gone. He wanted you, and you had very little to say to that. His tip hit your back wall again and again, making you gasp as your body tried its hardest to withstand him. You had a moment to breathe each time Raphael pulled out, only to feel all of the said air leave your body when he pounded your body, unlike nobody had before.
“Such a beautiful little creature you are.” Raphael stopped for a moment while still remaining inside you, and you took all the time you could to catch your breath. “I think you deserve something special, just for you.”
The tail that had pressed against your tight started to move, and your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. You looked at Raphael’s golden eyes, and his expression alone was enough to confirm what you would go through.
“Wait - - wait - - no no no. I can’t - - my body can’t take that.” You had hoped that your voice would’ve been more convincing, but instead, it was filled with panic.
“The mouse wanted to see what would happen after the chase, in case you have forgotten. Now you get to see that, so look at me when I show you.”
Raphael’s tail pressed against his cock at your entrance, already stretched to fit his cock. You tried to free yourself, but his body pressed you down, rendering you helpless as the pointed end slithered slowly up as you wondered how your body would manage to endure what was to come. Raphael pulled his cock halfway out, making room for his tail that invaded you as he pushed deep inside again. The quicker pace had been almost too much for you before, but now you weren’t even sure how to breathe as Raphael overpowered you with all he had. Your chest, marked with red lines from his nails, your wrists bruised from his grip, and most of all, your insides invaded by both his cock as well as his tail.
“This is what happens when you deal willingly with me.” Raphael looked at you, and however much you wanted to evade his gaze, you couldn’t but stare at his eyes, filled with fire and hunger. “And you have proven yourself worthy.”
You weren’t sure how your body could handle everything Raphael made you go through or if you had already gone over the edge when the pain in your body replaced itself with pleasure. You felt both his tail and his cock moving in you, varying in pace and pushing as deep as they could, only to retreat and enter deep inside you time and time again. Raphael panted as his pace quickened yet again, and you felt his cock pulsing inside.
His tail pulled out from you, and his previously overwhelmingly feeling cock felt manageable for the first time. Raphael must’ve felt that, too, as he hit you with greater force than before, and your body screamed like you were split in half. One thrust, two thrusts later, Raphael pushed deep inside you, his cock pulsing, as you felt how warmth filled you, to the point you weren’t sure if you were burning or not. Whichever was the case, you felt how the pleasure was too much for you, and your vision went from white to black, only to return when you felt Raphael collapsing on top of you, and you felt how your fluids dripped down on your inner thigh, still warm but not as burning as the devil’s body against yours.
Exhausted, you tried to catch your breath, Raphael’s warmth enveloping you. “Did the mouse prove itself?”
Raphael shifted, propping himself on one elbow to better see you, laying in the bed next to your still aching body. The intensity in his golden eyes was unmistakable.
“From the first time you ventured into my domain, you captivated me. Today was merely an affirmation of a connection between us.”
You raised an eyebrow, tracing a finger along the red marks on your skin. “And what now? Do I become another tale of your conquests? Another soul you’ve ensnared? Another poor mortal that fell into your hands, only for their soul to be ripped from their body to serve you for eternity?”
His fingers caressed your cheek, and for a moment, the devilish demeanor was replaced by something softer.
“You’ve surprised me at every turn. You may have entered my realm willingly, but I confess, I didn’t anticipate becoming so... entranced by a mere mortal.”
“Would you mind if a mere mortal would visit your house from time to time?”
Raphael laughed at your question in a low voice. “House of Hope has always room for such a charming mouse as yourself, darling.”